Hey, fate

After getting out of the car, the two went directly to An Jia's home.

As soon as Xie Feng entered the door, he was sleepy in the car and couldn't keep his eyes open. He only had time to take An Jia's mobile phone and walked to the bedroom. At the same time, he called his mother. He couldn't speak clearly, and fell asleep in the next second. Passed by and the phone didn't even hang up.

Seeing this, An Jia hurriedly took his mobile phone from Xie Feng's hand, put the things in her hand on the ground, and said gently to Xie Feng's mother, "Auntie, Xie Feng may be a little tired today and fell asleep."

Zhou Jingjing smiled on the other end, "This kid, he will really trouble you in different ways."

An Jia looked down at Xie Feng, attached herself to help him take off his shoes, and smiled into the phone, "No trouble."

Zhou Jingjing said a few more words, An Jia responded politely, and hung up the phone.

He knew from Xie Feng that his mother had acquiesced in their relationship, and An Jia had always been very grateful to her.On the contrary, on his own side, he has no idea yet - he wants to talk to his parents in detail after the exam.

Xie Feng was lying on his side on the bed, his back was facing An Jia, his white short sleeves were lifted up, revealing a section of his thin white waist, his hair was scattered on the light-colored sheets, he was in a deep sleep, his breath was long and long, and he looked like that Undefended, An Jia's heart twitched when she saw it, and her mouth was a little dry.

Xie Feng has been busy reviewing for the past few days, and the more he felt that there was still a lot he couldn't do at the last moment, he had been studying late into the night, and he was exhausted, and today he was busy tidying up the examination room, etc., he was really exhausted.

An Jia saw that Xie Feng's face was still wet with sweat, so she took the remote control to turn on the air conditioner, adjusted it to a suitable temperature, took another wet tissue and gently wiped the sweat off his forehead, and finally Pulling off his clothes, he turned and went out to the bathroom to take a shower.

After a while, he came out wearing a bath towel, plugged in the hair dryer, turned his head sideways with one hand inserted in his hair, and the other hand held the machine to blow. In the roar of the machine, he caught a glimpse of the bright and bright sunshine coming through the French windows of the living room. Just looking at it makes me feel hot.

Maybe this weather is suitable for sleeping, An Jia thought wildly.

After drying his hair in a while, he returned to the bedroom, closed the door gently, sat down at the desk and spread out the English exercise book, finished two reading comprehension articles, put down the pen after checking the answers, and put the book away. Now doing the questions is no longer pursuing the correct rate, the main thing is to maintain the feel.

An Jia leaned on the back of the chair and closed her eyes. The tip of her nose smelled of her own shampoo—Adolf, this is also the smell of Xie Feng.

He suddenly felt a little sleepy, so he climbed onto the bed and lay beside Xie Feng.

This sleep lasted until night.

She was still awakened by the sound of the car outside. The house was on the first floor, and she could clearly hear any movement outside. Hearing the sound of the engine being turned off, An Jia guessed that it was her car.

He opened his eyes, put on his slippers, and was about to get out of bed and open the door. Passing by the living room, he looked at the perpetual calendar, and it was already past nine o'clock.

He walked to the door and twisted the handle, and happened to meet his father who was about to take out the key to open the door. He rubbed his eyes and said, "You're back?"

An Jiang nodded, seeing his son's misty eyes and messy hair, "Well, did you go to bed so early?"

He came in with a briefcase, and Zheng Xiaoqin came in after him. While changing his shoes, he asked An Jia, "Have you eaten yet?"

An Jia nodded and shook her head again, "I came back in the afternoon, slept for a while when I was a little sleepy, and haven't eaten yet - Xie Feng is also at home, seeing that he is a little tired, I didn't let him go home, I already told my aunt. He turned and went to the kitchen, "Have you eaten yet? Shall I serve you a bowl of noodles?"

Zheng Xiaoqin and An Jiang exchanged glances, "We ate outside, you two eat."

Zheng Xiaoqin knew about them, but she was always in a strange state—at first she thought it was children's slapstick, and she didn't want to take it to heart. When they grew up, they would naturally understand. Her observation, An Jia's earnestness gave her a headache, but the college entrance examination was coming soon, and she didn't dare to say anything to distract her son, which made her very conflicted, so she told her husband about it .

And An Jiang's thinking has always been the same as her early thinking. He is not at home often, and he doesn't know An Jia's state. Naturally, he can't understand how good his son is to Xie Feng. It is enough for his wife to say it in that worried tone. The child has a good relationship since he was a child. An Jia has always done things properly. His attitude towards Zheng Xiaoqin has always been noncommittal. Now he can observe what is going on. He is a university professor who teaches physics. Instinct.

The door of the back room rang, and Xie Feng's hoarse voice came, "An Jia... who's here? Uncle, you're back?"

An Jiang was sitting on the sofa watching TV, when he saw Xie Feng came out and said hello, "Xiaofeng, have you slept well?"

Zheng Xiaoqin went to cut a plate of watermelon and gave it to Xie Feng, "An Jia is cooking noodles, eat something before going to sleep."

She turned her head, wondering if it was because of the light, she saw small, fleeting dark red marks on Xie Feng's neck, which turned out to be a bit like... hickey marks.

If you don't look carefully, you will ignore it. She became suspicious in her heart, but her face remained calm, and she handed him a piece of watermelon, "I just bought it today, and it's quite sweet." I don't know if it was because she was suspicious.

Xie Feng took a piece of watermelon in embarrassment, "Thank you, auntie." When he thought that An Jia's mother knew about the two of them, he became a little cautious and stood there a little at a loss.

It happened that An Jia called him from the kitchen, "Xie Feng, are you awake? Come and have a look at the noodles."

He was a little nervous, and whispered, "Then shall I go to the kitchen?" Seeing the two adults nodding, he turned around and ran into the kitchen, responding, "Hey, good."

The kitchen space is small, An Jia is wearing an apron, stirring the noodles in the pot, two porcelain bowls with side dishes: diced sausage and hard-boiled eggs, finely chopped green onions and coriander, and a handful of green Chinese cabbage, a bowl of lively and fragrant, is Xie Feng's favorite food.

Xie Feng looked at the cutting board and said in a low voice, "When I think your mother knows about us, I'm actually a little nervous."

An Jia looked at Xie Feng from the corner of her eye, and took the time to touch his hand, comforting him, "It's okay, I'm here, if you want to hit me, hit me, why would you touch other people's children."

Xie Feng was a little dumbfounded, but also a little moved, "Will you comfort others?"

An Jia smiled and said nothing, Xie Feng looked at it for a while, then spontaneously peeled a few garlic, and smashed the garlic juice.

Seeing that he had something to do, An Jia turned back and continued stirring the pot. The noodles boiled again. He grabbed a handful of cabbage and threw it in, and the churning white waves subsided.

The pot was simmering, and after a while, An Jia turned off the heat, picked up the pot, scooped the noodles into two bowls, and then poured vinegar and chili oil.

Xie Feng had already pounded the garlic beside him, put in the seasoning, and poured the garlic juice on it. An Jia picked up a bowl and mixed it with chopsticks, and handed it to Xie Feng, "Eat first, and take a shower later. Go to bed early so you can wake up later tomorrow."

Xie Feng took the bowl, turned around and went to the small restaurant, "This sounds comfortable, you can get up later."

An Jia stroked his hair, "The day after tomorrow is also fine."

The two adults in the living room were watching the TV, but their ears were pricked up to listen to the movement here.

An Jiang got up and turned off the TV, and walked to the bedroom with his wife half in his arms, "I don't hear it as serious as you said, it's just a normal conversation."

At this moment, Zheng Xiaoqin's mind was filled with the suspected hickey marks on Xie Feng's neck, she sighed, "I hope."

An Jiang changed the subject, "You said Jianguo and the others knew about it?"

Back in the room, Zheng Xiaoqin sat on the bed and brushed her hair around her ears. Under the dim bedside lamp, the few inconspicuous wrinkles in the corners of her eyes were not visible at all. Know."

An Jiang put his arms around his wife's shoulders, stroked her hair one by one, and helped her relax, "What does Xiao Jing say?"

Zheng Xiaoqin leaned on An Jiang's shoulder, "Quietly said it's not a problem. Originally, our two families wanted to be in-laws at first, but I don't agree with you—what about you? What if An Jia is really... gay? manage?"

An Jiang pondered for a while, "I will talk to him."

Zheng Xiaoqin shrinks into An Jiang's arms again. This always strong woman is unprecedentedly helpless in the face of this problem. The front is the pressure of public opinion, and the back is the happiness of her son. The mother is caught in a dilemma.

She is not Zhou Jingjing's free and easy temper, she doesn't care, she thinks more and has more worries, and she can't accept that her son is gay.

In the end, she was exhausted and could only seek a sense of security from the man she had been with for many years.

After the two of them finished their meal, they stood by the sink to wash the dishes together. An Jia asked, "Are there any plans for these two days?"

Xie Feng was wiping the side of the bowl with a cloth, thought for a while and said, "Hmm...sleep?"

An Jia was quite helpless, "Why do you always want to sleep?"

"I didn't get enough sleep at school, why don't you let me sleep when I go home?"

"Okay, I lost to you... But what I thought was, let's hang out together? Relax?"

"Okay," Xie Feng didn't know what to think of, and suddenly laughed, "Our old class said that we are not allowed to go to Internet cafes, discos, KTVs, so don't take me there."

An Jia laughed, "If you want to take it, you should take me there. I haven't been there before, so you just spread rumors."

"Haha, where are you going to play?"

"climb mountains."

Xie Feng took a shower, and the two of them lay on the same bed. They had slept all afternoon and were not too sleepy, so they chatted under the quilt.

Xie Feng stretched his arm under An Jia's neck, and put his arms around him, "I remembered, you also took me to climb the mountain for my birthday. Is that broken mountain a sacred mountain? Every important day, you go to worship?"

An Jia lay in Xie Feng's arms and rubbed her eyes closed, "Yes."

Xie Feng also closed his eyes, patted An Jia's shoulder again and again as if playing a mischief, and whispered a lullaby.

An Jia laughed and hugged Xie Feng with her arms across her arms. For some reason, whenever An Jia hugged him, she gave him a feeling of trying to hug him, just like now, she opened her arms and hugged him full, just like that. As if... wanting to dedicate myself to him.

Whenever he realizes this, Xie Feng wants to do something to hurt him, so there will be a fiery and long kiss, but it is always in the stairwell, on the roof, or in the depths of the small garden, On the bed, except for that time in the hotel this is the first time.

Xie Feng kissed very urgently this time, even biting. He kissed An Jia's lips almost roughly. Breathing intermittently.

What is brewing in the darkness is not just ambiguity, but the youthful and ignorant but intense and burning passion and desire.

Xie Feng kissed An Jia's neck and collarbone lightly. His kiss became deeper and deeper until he reached An Jia's chest. He was almost sucking. I?"

Hearing the voice of the man in the bed and the touch of the lips on his chest, An Jia felt his legs were weak and trembling slightly. He subconsciously scratched Xie Feng's hair, "You...don't talk... "

Xie Feng didn't like what he wanted, and he touched An Jia's whole body while reporting to work, "I guess, there should be a mole in this place, it's red... here is a scar, I fell down the stairs when I was a child, I still remember that you fell so stupid that you didn't even know how to cry with your mouth open..."

An Jia let out an unbearable low moan——Xie Feng held his deadly place through his underwear, and rubbed it, as if it was some kind of jade worth dishing, Xie Feng poked his head out from under the quilt, Watching An Jia's expression carefully, he couldn't help but say obscene words, "Look at this—how did you react so quickly? Huh? Stand up all at once?"

An Jia couldn't speak, and the pleasure surged up. He closed his eyes tightly, grabbed Xie Feng's shoulders, and couldn't figure out what he was talking about, "You... um... stop talking... don't touch It's... ah..."

Xie Feng really slowed down, and teased him maliciously, "Baby, call me brother, have you forgotten?"

The pleasure of An Jia about to climb to the top came to an abrupt end, and the corners of his eyes were wet from being bullied. He opened his wet eyes, buried his head in Xie Feng's shoulder, and whispered, "Brother... hurry up... okay..."

Xie Feng immediately didn't want to tease him anymore, he just wanted to make him happy and comfortable, he was considered complete, he speeded up, and An Jia was quickly released into his palm.

After finishing the work, the two hugged each other and panted slightly. Xie Feng saw that An Jia's forehead was covered with sweat by the light of the night light, so he wiped it off for him, and pressed An Jia's thigh viciously,

"What should I do? The leader is planning to leave before the people's livelihood problems here are resolved? How can this work attitude lead the country to a well-off life?"

An Jia's complexion looked particularly ruddy under the lamp, and he shyly put his hand under the quilt, "I'll help you."

When An Jia really helped him, Xie Feng couldn't say a word of coquettish words. In fact, the two of them were not very skilled in their techniques, and they didn't know what to do with this matter, but this was from the heart, original His love is even more crazy.

What does it matter if you are not skilled?There are always many opportunities to learn in the future.Xie Feng thought so with a humble attitude of seeking knowledge.

The author has something to say:

I'm sorry, it's a little late today, I have something to do at school, so I took the risk to drive a rough car, don't block me

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